Apprentice Woodz Vol. 1 Ordination

Release Date:-
20 April 2026

Studio Notes:-

He had warned me that my membership was entirely my journey, so I couldn’t hold it against him for not telling me what would happen, but I wonder if I had known whether I would have had the courage to do it. Maybe that is why there is so much secrecy. In a way, it keeps you from second guessing your own destiny. I just know I had not spent much time thinking about sex before that fateful first interview with Master Kamp. To say it was eye-opening is an understatement.

Our church strongly discouraged sexual thoughts. “Lust in your heart” was a sin. My social isolation meant that I had little real temptation. Maybe I was aware that I found men’s bodies more interesting than women, but I was mostly honest when I told Master Kamp that I hadn’t had sexual desires for men. I had never let my thoughts go that far. He showed me that a man’s touch certainly could arouse me. Over the following months, I discovered that there was much more to it than that. Apprentices are not supposed to discuss the rituals, and mostly we don’t. My impression is that, for many of the others being fucked by the masters, it’s a trial that they learn to endure. They understand that it is a lesson in obedience and submission. I don’t know if they are in denial, or if they really don’t see how much the masters enjoy giving us those “lessons.”

I saw it, though. Right from my first time with Master Kamp. I was also honest enough with myself to realize fairly quickly that I enjoyed it too, and the ritual context warded off any potential feelings of guilt. I don’t know how I would feel about being with another guy my age, or even an ordinary older man. All I can say is that giving myself to the masters in The Order feels like what my body was made for. Everything about them, their strength, wisdom, unshakable dignity, immaculate presentation; all of it presents a living ideal of masculinity that leaves me in breathless awe.

I could almost be content to simply be an acolyte in their service. Perhaps it is that humble devotion that makes them think I am suited for much more than that. I was told several days ago that I would be ordained today. Most of the tests and rituals are surprises. Apprentices go in not knowing what might happen. Sometimes they go in not even one hundred percent sure whether they will be further initiated, or cast out. Perhaps part of that is that, even if they are not looking forward to what might happen, the relief that one isn’t facing the alternative makes it a welcome experience.

The Ordination is different, though. I understand that my journey in The Order is far from complete. I don’t even know how many grades, levels, and titles it is possible to claim. However, my Ordination means that my trial period is over and there is no longer any question whether I am a member. That is why apprentices are told in advance. It is the first privilege of membership that there are no more surprises. There is still secret knowledge that I’m not ready to receive, but when the time comes, it will be offered openly and honestly to an equal, not as a test of fitness.

While I knew this was my ordination, and an occasion for celebration, I still had no idea what it would actually be. I entered one of what I think of as the upper level rooms. It was all white, of course, but had actual furniture. Given what was going to take place, the window was shuttered, but it was an actual window with sunlight coming in through the blinds. I found Master Stryker sitting on the sofa with Master Smith standing in the corner, witnessing the occasion.

I was surprised that Master Stryker was apparently going to ordain me. He had fucked me at my atonement trial, but he hadn’t played near as big a part in my training as some of the other masters. On that occasion, I barely even got a good look at him after he took his suit off. There was no introduction, or warm up. My hole was already open, of course, and he simply undressed, bent me over and fucked me hard.

He must have seen the confusion on my face. He said that he had requested the privilege of being there, before he told me to undress. I was somewhat flattered that he wanted me. Mostly, I was thrilled and relieved that I would still be wanted. It had occurred to me that perhaps my ordination would end the expectations of sexual service to the masters. This time, he kissed me deeply, almost passionately, and helped me undress, his hands caressing my body with a hunger that I could almost feel through his fingertips.

Being on my knees, looking up at his tall, chiseled torso, hearing him gasp and groan with pleasure and lust, made me worship his cock with more attention and reverence than I’ve had for any other master. I wanted more than anything in the world to draw those sounds out of his chest. I might have wished that I could drive him to come just with my mouth and throat, but then he wouldn’t fuck me.

He did fuck me, though. Slow and deep, with the same focused concentration I had when I sucked him. I never thought that this journey that began with my nervous denial that I had ever had thoughts about men would lead to this moment when I would give my body to this virile powerful man with such joy. I would have begged for his cum, but I didn’t have to. Like a runaway train or a raging storm, nothing was going to stop him until he had plowed every drop in his balls as deep into my guts as his large cock would reach. And I was left smiling, breathless, and still wanting more.